Written exclusively for members of the Patreon
platform, Damon is now available for all readers, but only in the boxed set
listed below…limited time only!

Special Anniversary Edition

Includes the short story DAMON and never-before-released deleted scenes
and more.

Kit Colbana–half breed, assassin, thief, jack of all trades–has a new
job: track down the missing ward of one of the local alpha shapeshifters. It
should be a piece of cake.

So why is she so nervous? It probably has something to do with the
insanity that happens when you deal with shifters–especially sexy ones who
come bearing promises of easy jobs and easier money.

Or maybe it’s all the other missing kids that Kit discovers while
working the case, or the way her gut keeps screaming she’s gotten in over her
head. Or maybe it’s because if she fails–she’s dead.

If she can stay just one step ahead, she should be okay. Maybe she’ll
even live long to collect her fee…

Included:

A Stroke of Dumb Luck

Bladed Magic

Damon

Blade Song

Proceed with Caution – A Collection of Deleted Shorts & Scenes

“Do yourself a favor and read this
book. This story is original and hard-hitting with terrific world
building and some of the best characters I’ve read.
Yum.” Patricia Briggs, author of the #1 NYTimes Mercy Thompson series

I’ve have long since grown
used to that voice—and her violent tendencies—and didn’t bat an eyelash as she
bent over me and stroked a hand down my cheek. Annette, local ruler of the cat
clan, ruler of all she surveyed — except me — and batshit crazy psychopath,
caught my chin and lifted my face upright.

For a moment, her face
faded in and out of focus. The touch of her hand under my chin had bones
grinding together. I didn’t make a sound.

Blinking my one good eye, I
focused on her face until it stopped swimming in and out. The other eye was
still swollen shut, although it was healing bit by bit.

I was the perfect punching
bag for a lunatic.

I was big and strong and I
healed fast.

In another few minutes, the
bruises and bloody wounds would be gone and once I showered, nobody would be
the wiser.

Save for me.

Even Annette would forget.

“Does it hurt?” She stared
at me solemnly, her lips puckered, touched with a soft, pale pink that matched
the negligee she’d pulled on earlier. Even the splattering of blood on her
lower lip was echoed in the blood spray on the pink silk.

My blood.

Again.

“Damon, does it hurt?” She
stroked a hand down my cheek.

Yes, bitch. It hurts.
Mentally, I told her exactly what she wanted to hear—the truth. Out loud, I
said, “I’m fine, Lady.”

After all, she’d done the
beating, but she hadn’t been trying to punish me.

I had just been handy.

If she’d wanted to
hurt me, either I’d be unconscious—or she’d be dead. Because
one of these days, I would get fed up and just kill her.

So I just went with the
neutral response.

I was fine.

She hadn’t done any lasting
damage and I could already feel a dozen, stinging aches where the bones were
knitting together, that odd itch was skin was closing itself up.

An odd, avid light gleamed
in her eyes as she stroked a hand back across my scalp. “Are you sure?”

It was almost like she
wanted me to say something—wanted me to tell her yeah, I was hurting. Or yeah,
I was pissed.

But that would defeat the
purpose.

I have taken this beating
for a reason and that reason was currently standing on the far side of the
room, his head hanging low.

The kid’s luck was running
out and I didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to delay things.

But I’d managed to do it
one more time.

Of course, I’d done it at
the expense of somebody else’s neck.

Shiloh
Walker has been writing since she was a kid… she fell in love with vampires
with the book Bunnicula and has worked her way up to the more…ah… serious
vampire stories. She loves reading and writing anything paranormal, anything
fantasy, but most all anything romantic. Once upon a time, she worked as a
nurse, but now she writes full time and lives with her family in the Midwest.
She also writes under the pen name J.C. Daniels.